Swindi felt like he was about to fume with anger. He gritted his teeth and vowed to make the other party look good, but he couldn't think of a good idea for the moment.
He felt that he had been humiliated like never before, and he was so angry that he suddenly saw the sword worn by his new captain of the bodyguard. He pulled it out with a bang and roared angrily, "I'm going to kill you!"
But he just shouted and made gestures for a long time without actually taking action.
"If I were you, I would never do this." said a lazy voice next to him.
Swindi was startled, and then he realized that there were several more people around him. The young Andis man who spoke was the one who spoke angrily: "Who are you?"
"Didn't you just keep clamoring to see me?"
Sean still looked depressed. There had been too many patients recently, which had seriously affected his sleep and practice. He had begun to consider whether to bring in more people or reduce the business.
After all, he runs medical experiments, collecting data is the main thing, and saving people and treating diseases is secondary. He has no sense of mission to save people in the world. He is not cold-blooded, but in this turbulent world, war is the most harmful thing to people.
, If you want to save more people, the fastest way is not to practice medicine, but to find ways to eliminate the war.
"This friend of mine has a bad temper. It wouldn't be nice if he accidentally hurts himself!"
"You threaten me? Who do you think you are? How dare you threaten me?" The furious Swindi pointed his sword at Sean and roared loudly, "Do you know who I am? How dare you threaten me?"
Oops!
If there was a mirror to look at, Sean's expression at this moment would definitely be a big one.
How narcissistic is this person? Do you think everyone in the world should know his name and his illustrious life experience?
Although he did know the identity of the other party, it was also because of the butcher of Valesta that he deliberately inquired about it.
Normal people have seen so much that they have forgotten that there is such a strange species as a middle school boy in the world.
There is no doubt that the man in front of him is the best among them. His noble background, rebellious age and arrogant character make him the boss of heaven, the second boss of earth, and the third boss of him. He is the savior of the world, and the whole world surrounds him.
Follow his weird ideas.
The best way to deal with this kind of person is to tell him with cruel reality that he is just an insignificant speck of dust in this world, and his existence or not will not make the slightest change in this world.
Sean avoided the opponent's long sword and said with a smile: "Threat? How could it be? Even if you give me two courages, I wouldn't dare. I'm just a kind reminder. If you are not willing to listen, you can continue."
Swindi was like a hedgehog with explosive hair, pricking whoever he caught, and sneered: "Do you think I'm stupid? I can't see that there is something wrong with Sir Herbert. It must be something done by you untouchables. You barbarians are the worst."
What you are good at is voodoo. You must have done something to Sir Herbert. Yes, that must be the case. Please tell me quickly, what evil trick did you do to Sir Herbert?"
After listening to the other party's reasonable speculation, it didn't matter whether others believed it or not. Anyway, he believed it himself and was very proud of his cleverness.
Sean was dumbfounded. It seemed that he had underestimated the opponent's second level.
Swindi said with the arrogance of a little rooster: "As the fourth heir of the Adolf family and the guardian knight of the Holy Ether Church, I order you to immediately restore Sir Herbert to normal, for the sake of your healing for Sir Herbert.
For your sake, let's forget about this, otherwise I will hold you legally responsible."
Sean is a typical person who takes soft things but not hard ones. No matter in the past life or this life, especially this kind of middle-aged and mentally retarded person, people can't have any good feelings in life. They just want to press them to the ground and rub and rub again and again.
If Swindi came to the door in a friendly manner, Sean might not be able to save face and charge some medical fees to return the Valesta Butcher's hands. After all, his cooperation with the body collector was unfair and he never consulted the parties involved.
and the opinions of slave owners.
It's not that Sean agrees with this slavery system, but that the overall environment is like this. The rights and interests of slave owners are protected by law, and his behavior is illegal.
But now, Sean pretended to be stupid and said: "Did you admit the wrong person? What Sir Herbert? Are you talking about him? Haha... Sir, you are so funny. Look at him, he doesn't look like a knight."
This is simply an insult to Sir, you must have mistaken the person, this is my servant, the servant who has been with me for many years, Baozi! Baozi, are the buns delicious?"
"Baozi! Baozi! Delicious! Delicious!" Valesta Butcher heard Sean's greeting and raised the bun with both hands with a silly smile on his face. He responded inarticulately, not knowing whether he was responding to Sean.
The greeting is simply to say that the buns are delicious.
"You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense. He is obviously Sir Herbert. Herbert Sirte, the captain of the guard I brought from the royal capital of Valesta, how did he become your servant Baozi? Herbert
?Selt, you are Herbert? Selt, you are Sir Herbert the Butcher of Valesta, not some damn bastard!"
Swindi said angrily, the most typical characteristic of such people is that they allow themselves to be unreasonable, but do not allow others to be unreasonable.
"You must have recognized the wrong person. He is definitely not the Sir Herbert you are looking for. He is Baozi, my servant Baozi." Sean's words were conclusive, "Eller, give Baozi two more cages of Baozi, and another basin by the way.
Mutton soup, I would choke just eating the steamed buns. You see the steamed buns have become hungry and thin recently. Eat more to replenish them."
"Come on, two baskets of steamed buns and a basin of mutton soup, coming right away."
Eller played a long tune, deliberately making the word "baozi" extremely long, and in his heart he greatly admired his boss's ability to confuse right and wrong. The arrogant little cock's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, which made him even more comfortable.
Feeling good, I quickly ran to the restaurant next door.
The restaurant and the medical clinic are not built side by side, but across the same street. After all, the medical clinic is filled with patients and corpses every day. If the restaurant is a neighbor, there is no need to do business in the restaurant.
But we are a family after all, and there is a small door in a hidden corner for your own convenience.
Soon two cages of steaming steamed buns were served. The excited Valesta butcher banged the solid wood table and kept shouting inarticulately: "Buns, steamed buns, delicious, steamed buns, I like them."
,steamed stuffed bun……"
Every time he called for a bun, Swendi's face turned darker and darker, and his whole face was about to turn into a big man's face. Sweat was dripping from his forehead and steaming.
Seeing that his young master was about to smoke with anger, the captain of the guard jumped out again to make his presence felt and asked: "You said he is your servant Baozi, what's the matter with his injuries?"
"That's right! How about you explain his injuries? Sir Herbert was bruised and bruised by the champion knight Starbuck in the gladiatorial arena, but it was done in front of the entire city of Solo. How dare you say that he is not
Sir Herbert?" The captain of the guard reminded Swindi and asked loudly.
Sean said with a sad face: "My servant went to the Andis Mountains to collect medicine for me. He accidentally rolled down the mountain ridge and was bruised and bruised by poisonous thorns. He almost died. I can't help him."
The Butcher of Valesta was injured while wearing heavy armor. The wounds were criss-crossed. In addition, secondary injuries were inevitable during the process of dismantling the deformed armor. Some of the more serious wounds were sutured by Sean's less than qualified skills.
The wounds that were in a semi-healed state lay crookedly like ugly centipedes on his body. It was difficult to tell whether they were sword wounds or scratches, which made it easier for Sean to talk nonsense.
"You are just quibbling, pure quibbling." Swindi had never seen such a shameless person before. He was clearly Sir Herbert in front of him, but he still opened his eyes and told lies.
The most important thing is that Sir Herbert didn't know where the link was wrong, and he kept echoing the other party and ignored himself.
Debating is not what Swendy is good at. He usually plays rogue. Unexpectedly, today he met someone who was better at telling lies than him. He couldn't think of a better reason to refute.
"I am stating the facts, how can I call it sophistry? I am in my own home. You came here and dragged my servant to say Sir Herbert. How can I turn it into a sophistry after I retorted a few words? This is not the case here.
Where there is a rule of law, one cannot talk nonsense."
Sean looked innocent. Since the two sides had broken up, he had no intention of getting back together. There is no reason to argue with this kind of late-stage secondary disease, because when you reason with him, he will in turn mess with you. It's better to just
From the beginning, he refused to let go.
Swindi groaned for a long time, and finally said: "Do you know who I am?"
Sean was once again shocked by the other party's strange brain circuit, but he still answered truthfully: "You just introduced yourself, you are the fourth heir of the Adolf family."
"Do you know about the Adolf family?" Swindi seemed to have found his magic weapon to win, and then asked.
"I don't know." Sean is not being careless this time, but he really doesn't know. He only knows that the owner of the Butcher of Watales is a heir to a great noble from the royal capital of Watales. As for how big this family is
I don’t know to what extent, but the intricate aristocratic relationships in the Byron Alliance are one of his shortcomings.
His understanding is only at the level of the eight military leaders and the eight dukes of the Byron Alliance. The nobles below are basically blind. One thing is certain, the opponent is not at the level of the eight military leaders or the eight dukes, because there is no Adolf among the eight surnames.
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Swindi showed an arrogant look, no wonder you dare to follow me, and then said with great pride: "The Adolf family, the hereditary Marquis, is directly loyal to the Lancelot royal family, owns 300 kilometers of fiefdom, and has tens of thousands of troops, and I am
Aren't you afraid of being the most likely heir to the throne of the Adolf family?"
Swindi once again put on a arrogant attitude like a little cock, as if my family is awesome and I am awesome too, come kneel down and lick me.